Starved Game Novels & Stories

I trade my phone for my vibrator and think of Archer. I sit at my desk, drumming my fingers on the surface as I scan through a file that was just sent to me. It’s nearing lunchtime, and I’m both starving and nauseous. Again. Supposedly this feeling will go away, but right now, I’m convinced it’s my new normal and I’ll always feel like I’m going to throw up, even after this kid is born.

To be honest, I was not happy about it. "What's the matter?" I asked coldly. "Cyril, Liam has been taken away by some people. They said if we don't pay back the money, they'll cut off his hands." "Who are these people? How could someone like Liam owe anyone money?" She sniffed and wiped her nose. "We got involved in the adult live-streaming industry through chance. We made a lot of money easily at first. Once we had some capital, Liam grew increasingly greedy for more. Eventually, he got into gambling.

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.